Seraphina’s POVI never imagined I'd be in this situation, but here I was, facing my worst fear. Alfred’s ex-girlfriend, Madeline, was back, trying to win him over again. My heart was being squeezed every time I thought about them together.We continued our discussion over dinner. I didn't know if it could still be called that, considering it was well past midnight. As we ate, my mind was racing. I could barely taste the food. I needed to know where his heart truly lay. I took a deep breath and tried to sound casual, even though my heart was pounding.“If you’d like to get back together with Madeline, I would beg Garfield to allow her to continue pursuing her career,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But it felt like I was betraying myself by even suggesting it.Alfred's face darkened. He put down his fork and leaned back in his chair, staring at me with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Why would you even say that, Seraphina? Do you think I’m that fickle?"My eye
Seraphina’s PovI felt a pang of disappointment, a weight in my chest that grew heavier with each passing second. Alfred was with Madeline, and it seemed he had no time to care about anyone else, least of all me. I glanced at Elliot, grateful for his help. The alcohol had hit me harder than I anticipated, and I could barely stand. Elliot noticed and, without a word, lifted me up and carried me out to his car. The night had started out innocently enough. I had been trying to enjoy myself, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Alfred and Madeline. The more I thought about them, the more I needed to drown my sorrows. Drink after drink, I tried to numb the ache in my heart. Each sip seemed to dull the pain, but only temporarily. It wasn't long before the room started spinning, and I could feel my legs becoming unsteady beneath me. I needed to talk to someone, to pour out the confusion and pain swirling inside me. As Elliot drove, I turned to him and asked, "What kind of person i
Seraphina’s Pov I didn't expect the call from Madeline. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but the voice was unmistakable. I had no idea what this pop star would want to talk to me about. Given my current situation as Alfred’s “cousin,” I posed no threat to her. It seemed unnecessary for Madeline to meet with me. Despite my reservations, I agreed to have lunch with her. Curiosity got the better of me—I wanted to understand the girl who once held Alfred’s heart. The restaurant Madeline chose was elegant, with soft lighting and an air of sophistication. I arrived a few minutes early, my nerves getting the better of me. As I sat at the table, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to discuss. When Madeline walked in, she was radiant, her smile genuine and welcoming. She approached me with an enthusiasm that was both surprising and disarming. "Seraphina! Thank you so much for coming," Madeline said, her eyes sparkling. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting.""Not at all," I
Seraphina’s PovI stood by my bedroom window, staring out at the sprawling gardens of the Vanderwood estate. My decision weighed heavily on my heart, twisting it into knots of uncertainty and regret. I had agreed to help Madeline, to give her a chance with Alfred, the man she loved. It was a selfless act, one I knew was right, but it didn’t make the pain any less bearable.I had to be strong. If I was to stay Garfield's niece, Alfred and I could never be together. It was better this way. Madeline was more suitable for him, and she could make him happy. I had to believe that.My plan was simple. I would invite Alfred to lunch, using my name to ensure he would come. But I wouldn’t be waiting for him at the restaurant; it would be Madeline. This way, they'd have a chance to talk and reconnect, to speak honestly, and perhaps rekindle what they once had.The day arrived, and my nerves were beyond calm. I paced my room, wringing my hands as I went over every detail of my plan.
Alfred’s PovThe day started like any other, with the sun rising over the lush forest surrounding our pack's territory. But by the end of the day, everything felt like a tornado had ravaged said forest. My heart was heavy as I drove Seraphina home, knowing that we had to face my father's anger.When we arrived, Garfield was already waiting, his face a mask of fury. He had definitely seen the news headline.He waited till we got out of the vehicle and approached the stairs leading up to the main entrance. "Alfred, what were you thinking?" he barked the moment we were within earshot. "Your relationship with Madeline could put Seraphina in the midst of all this drama!"Seraphina stepped forward, her expression calm despite the storm brewing around us. "Uncle, it's not Alfred's fault. It's all just a misunderstanding."Garfield's expression softened when he looked at Seraphina. "Do you really like Elliot?" he asked gently. "If you do, I would be happy to see you two together
Alfred’s POVThe mansion was eerily quiet as I paced the length of the grand hall, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The sunlight filtering through the tall windows did nothing to warm the cold knot in my chest. I had to talk to Seraphina, to explain myself, but every attempt I made was met with a wall of silence. She didn’t want to listen or understand and had left without a backward glance, leaving me standing alone with my unspoken words. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Understanding young women was beyond me. I could only discern that Seraphina seemed annoyed whenever I was near, as if my presence was a burden to her. It hurt, more than I cared to admit. Regardless of her feelings, she was still family, and I wanted nothing more than to see her happy—whether as a friend or cousin. Yet, seeing her frequently with Elliot stirred a bitterness within me that I struggled to swallow. They spent so much time together, disappearing on outings that she never cared to explain. T
Alfred's /Seraphina’s POV Alfred’s POVI didn’t care what Madeline was thinking. My mind was consumed with Seraphina. As I carried her back to her bedroom, I could feel her weight shifting slightly, her head resting against my shoulder. Her vulnerability pierced through my own emotional barriers, and the walls I'd built to protect myself from the reality of my feelings started to crumble. Gently placing her on the bed, I watched her stir, her delicate features twisted in a troubled sleep. I fetched a wet towel and started to wipe her cheeks, my movements slow and careful. Each touch seemed to bring a semblance of peace to her distressed face, and I found myself lost in the moment, forgetting everything else. As I sat beside her, Seraphina mumbled in her sleep, her words incoherent at first, then growing clearer. “I don’t like Alfred... I hate him,” she whispered, her voice laced with a pain that cut through me like a knife. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, and I felt a pang o
Alfred’s PovWhen I saw the notification on my phone, my heart skipped a beat. "Famous Pop star Madeline and Alpha King Alfred Vanderwood will hold a press conference at noon tomorrow to address some of the controversies regarding their relationship," the headline read. I had yet to be informed in advance. Panic surged through me as I immediately dialed Madeline's number, my hands trembling with urgency."Madeline, what on earth are you doing?" I demanded the moment she picked up. "Why wasn't I told about this press conference? Why are we even having a press conference to begin with?""Alfred, please understand," Madeline continued, her voice tinged with desperation. "I didn't want to blindside you, but the media's attention has been relentless. If we made it official, I thought it would take the pressure off both of us.""I thought you'd be used to that sort of thing by now," I said. Why's this any different?"Madeline's voice was soft, almost pleading. "Alfred, I'm s